What do I think love is? It's like when someone makes your stomach feel all tight, but floaty at the same time, you know? And your cheeks hurt from smiling. And you smile so much, that people think something's wrong with you.
...And also fucking. Twenty-four seven, deep-dick, can't-walk-right fucking.

(What's love to you?)
Flaca: It’s like getting into a bath, but the water is like warm chocolate pudding. And the Smiths are playing ‘There Is A Light That Never Goes Out.’ There’s mood lighting all over, and there’s like five dudes massaging you.
Maritza: And you have a pizza!
Flaca: She’s right. You also have a pizza.

Red: 'Black girls hear about a chicken, of course this will happen.'
Piper: 'Why, because all black people love chicken?'
Red: 'Don't be racist. Because they're all on heroin, and somebody's been telling them there's heroin in the chicken.'

Pornstache: 'You are not an agent of God, okay? God can do so much better than you. You must know that, right?'
Pennsatucky: 'Know what?'
Pornstache: 'Jesus Christ, how the fuck did you survive infancy?'
Pennsatucky: 'My auntie helped my momma...'
Pornstache: 'That's a rhetorical question! Do you not understand what a fucking rhetorical question is?'